Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1103 Immortality 4

Hei Xiazi and his men just need to eat and drink their fill and travel light with a few supplies.

A lot of supplies had been delivered to the Lama Temple in advance.

On the way they also met people returning home.

Tashi greeted them.

Changsheng didn’t understand it, but it sounded nice.

So he kept staring at Zhaxi and muttering.

Tashi: . . . .

"If Mr. Chang wants to learn, Tashi can teach you."

Changsheng nodded.

"study."

He likes this.

It sounds good but I don’t understand it.

Jiligulu Road.

Gululu.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

Veins popped out, what was he talking about?

His Tibetan was even distorted.

Black Bear: . . . . .

Listen to what Changsheng said along the way.

He felt like he couldn't even speak Mongolian anymore.

The one who suffered the most was Tashi.

He already regretted teaching Mr. Tibetan.

If he could turn back time, he would definitely shut up.

He couldn't even speak anymore.

Changsheng didn't care and kept chattering in the Tibetan language he had just learned, with the magical sound ringing in his ears.

After finally arriving at the Lama Temple, Zhaxi's mission was over.

He ran to the wing room in a flash.

Changsheng spoke to the old lama in the Tibetan language he had learned.

Old Lama: . . . .

"Dear guest, you can speak Chinese."

Changsheng said "oh" and felt a little sorry.

Zhang Qilin stepped forward and repeated the secret code with the old lama.

He remembered this place and also remembered Bai Ma.

After putting the things away, I went to the place where Bai Ma was buried.

Zhang Qilin leaned quietly beside the tombstone, closed his eyes, as if he was in his mother's arms.

Mother Baima, the young official is back.

the other side.

Hei Xia Zi and Chang Sheng pointed at a stone statue.

"ugly."

"How ugly."

Changsheng felt that this was what his mother meant by abstract.

It's really abstract.

Black Bear: ...

Don't tell the truth like that.

Dumb, this craft is, well, very good.

“Longevity, this is art.”

Hei Xia Zi tried to save the mute's reputation.

Unfortunately it's of no use.

"Mom used to say that people who can't draw call it art."

Changsheng understands. As long as you say that others don’t understand, they will make blind guesses. This is called imagination.

It is also a disease.

Everyone's imagination is different.

Then there are the artists.

Mom said this is a trick used by rich people.

Artists without money usually have the opportunity to become artists only after they die.

Not everyone has the opportunity.

Black Bear: . . . . .

In a sense, it is true.

It's all hyped up by those damn powerful people.

Anyway, ordinary people won’t buy paintings worth tens of millions or millions of dollars.

Nerves.

Sometimes, even though something is obviously not good-looking, we still have to praise it.

But the mute is different.

"Changsheng, look at this stone statue. It has a lot of spirit. It's obvious that it's mute. So, this is true art."

Changsheng looked up and down, left and right, front and back. He saw it when he came over just now. They thought Zhang Qilin was making a snowman here.

Looking closer, hmm, it's a big rock.

"Blind man, you're right, they do look alike, and they look better from a distance."

Black Bear: ...

This is impossible to get through.

Mute, forget it, the mute is crying.

It’s fine not to know.

"Blind man, find me some tools so I can move the stones."

How can we let a fool cry here alone like a stone?

They can laugh along too.

Hei Xia Zi immediately responded and went to find the lama to prepare things.

The little lama pointed to the utility room. He sat on the steps and watched the two dumplings moving back and forth curiously.

Hei Xiazi resigned himself to his fate and came back carrying the iron chisel and hammer, followed by the curious little lama with a few chisels in his hands.

"That's it," he said, happily returning from Changsheng Mountain carrying a large stone, his eyes sparkling, "to keep the fool company. Smile nicely."

Hei Xiazi looked at the big rock, then at the crying mute beside it, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "...Okay, as long as you are happy."

He silently put down the tools and thought: Well, the dumb cries and the immortal laughs, that's good, the mentally ill can comfort people.

The following scene made the little lama open his mouth wide and he even forgot to twist his Buddhist beads.

I saw the fair and quiet-looking guest Bai Tangyuan swinging a hammer at the stone and smashing it down with a "bang, bang, bang" sound. His movements were wild and the gravel flew everywhere, and there was no pattern at all.

They quietly stayed away, otherwise they would be hit.

Black Bear: ...

This is considered a work injury.

Need to add money.

"Be gentle! Changsheng! Does the stone have a grudge against you?"

Hei Xia Zi was frightened by what he saw. The speed was too fast. He was afraid that Changsheng would knock his fingers off.

Ancestors, they are all ancestors.

Changsheng turned a deaf ear and immersed himself in his own artistic creation, muttering to himself, but this time it was not the gibberish Tibetan.

Instead, it's: "Bang, bang, bang! Ugly rock! Kaka, kaka! Smile! Gululu! Get fat!"

He has seen Balabala the Fairies.

Changsheng was very satisfied with his work. He patted the fat ball stone sculpture and said, "Alright! Stop crying! I'll laugh with you!"

Crying Zhang Qilin: . . . .

Changsheng turned to look at Hei Xiazi with a scorching gaze, "Blind man, make one too."

What can a blind man do? He is already here and has the tools.

Soon, on the other side of the weeping stone statue, a stone sculpture with an even more indescribable shape appeared.

It can be barely seen that it is squatting, with one leg longer than the other. A pair of sunglasses are carved on its face with simple lines, and the corners of its mouth are grinning, giving it the appearance of a human.

This is the blind man himself...

The little lama looked at the stone statue taking shape and was left with nothing to say.

The big black glutinous rice balls are carved into a person, while the white glutinous rice balls are carved into a ball.

This ball has arms, legs, and a head, and it makes faces at the original weeping stone statue.

The other one is not a good person either.

The three stone statues stand in a row, forming an extremely strange and inexplicably harmonious scene in the snow.

Zhang Qilin had returned from his mother's tombstone without him noticing.

He stood quietly not far away, looking at the new family of three. The veins on his forehead seemed to twitch slightly again, but he eventually calmed down.

He looked at the fat ball statue that was crying and smiling foolishly at him, then looked at the crooked blind man next to it, and was silent for a long time.

Actually, his craftsmanship is pretty good, right?

Changsheng saw Zhang Qilin pointing at his work as if he were presenting a treasure: "Silly boy, smile! Don't cry!"

He pointed at Hei Xiazi again and said, "Blind man, sunglasses!"

Black Blind Man also saw the Dumb Man and chuckled, "Dumb Man, look, it's lively, isn't it? You won't be alone here anymore!"

Zhang Qilin came over, well, I’m not alone anymore, I’ve become a joke.

The young lama finally found his voice and whispered to the senior brother next to him: "Senior brother, this... is this also art?"

The art outside is so complex.

The great lama twisted his newly strung Buddhist beads and sighed, "...it's fate."

Changsheng pulled Zhang Qilin to sit down and started to introduce him: "Gululu... snow... beautiful... Gulu..."

Zhang Qilin closed his eyes, unable to bear it any longer. He raised his hand and accurately covered Changsheng's mouth. His voice was low but with a hint of imperceptible fatigue:

"Don't learn."

"Gululu..."

Black Bear: ...